Playing hard to get when we're togetherHard to get there on your ownWhen will you ever come to conscienceI'll let you be aloneYou never had it betterThan when I was with you, babyScumback to earth, let's drink some tea and smoke some herb

Now I know it takes three balls to juggle50 cents of humour's worthWhen and how did I become my motherAm I getting on your nerves?Lets just not talk about it and fill the blanks with spaceGo to the park laterGet some, Ice cream

Around the corner a different worldConversation overheard ohhhhBetween a man and a saxophoneSaxophone and mister drunk and stoned ohhhHe only knows one melodyYou know which one I meanI drop some change in his hat and leave.

Walk into the corner storeThrough neon signs and revolving doors..ohoohAs if just to add to the atmosphereThe man behind the counter has a snow white beardThat goes all the way down to the floorI like the music on the radioYou know which one I mean

And this is how it goes: Da da, da da, da da da(Horns playing)

Outside on the public phoneThere he is again.Mister drunk and stonedHe’s got no money but a golden smileSidewalk torero wave me by ohhhhI’m whistling his melodyYou know which one I meanSuddenly he stops playingAnd looks at me

And the band goes Da da, da da, da da da(Horns playing) Humming

Long

How long can you be walking on eggshellsAnd breathe in thin airGet yourself ready for departure when you're already there

Longer than the wall of chinaLonger than longing for loveLonger than your panthomime when the audience is bored

How can you tip toe to the exit with your tapping shoes on?Listen to yourself when your cell phone rings and the radio’s on?

Longer than your hair in the 80’sLonger than the long runLonger than the longest winterLonger than long

How can you dance on the battlefield with your Sunday clothes on?How long can you can you go along with this shit with a straight face on?

Longer than these walls of ChinaLonger than you know whatLonger than the weakest pictureLonger than long Come on So long

Pussy

She’s a face in the krautLooking right through youAs if she knew youBetter than you know yourselfWhat does she know about the things that you know?That you go through only in a day?

If you start looking around youYou know there’s no pretending‘Cause how you twist and bend itShe’s the perfect toutLeave everyone spellbound when she mixes and blends it.‘Cause the message she’s sending is:She’s ready to sell out.